Typhoon again.Strong wind, pouring rain, dark sky, blue
mood, all make this misery day.
It's the 7th of Octobor, the 6th day of sending CVs, and the
23th day of waiting. Because of typhoon, because of no invitation,
I stay in my dorm, leaving alone and wondering what's my purpose,
where is the destination and what kind of work I will do. Is it
worthful? Does it makes me happy? How about the payment? Am I
alone in a unknown city?
People all said I am crazy. Yes I know, I know that it is
a long long journey, it is a hard process of two-way choice. But,
but it seems I have no patient to wait any more. If a man sows what
he reaps, what is the result of my sowing after so many years?
And I know my parents who always pround of me are more anxious
than I could bear.
It always on my mind and tear myself apart. If the typhoon can
bring away every disaster, so a end of the coufuse